| Hey yo I’m not with all this industry shit man
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| I’m telling you these dudes is… they on some other shit
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| You won’t see me in some stupid bitch’s sex tape
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| I’ll shoot sperm in an alien’s uterus to gestate
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| Take DNA and fuse it with my best traits
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| Till Rosemary’s baby kicks through and splits her breastplate
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| A real headcase — you ain’t seen such a crazy animal on these drums since you
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| were watching Muppet babies
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| My life’s a living hell I’m stuck in Hades
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| Twistin' L’s, in this prison cell Satan custom made me
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| Mama raised me not to care so when 'Bolic hears suicide mission
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| I raise my hand and volunteer
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| Poppin' beer in vehicles I commandeer
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| Tryna steer till it’s a total wreck like muhammadeer
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| I need some vodka here, now I’m feeling intimate
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| At this hole in the wall, like power drills I spin a bit
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| My style is ill like salmonella, chicken shit
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| Cowards kneel, you can suck a sour dill with syphilis
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| That’s how I feel. |
| In town I’m still as infamous
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| Cuz I set out to build and found the will to finish it
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| Without a deal. |
| Ate a thousand pills from limitless
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| Now brilliant physicists sound like children’s gibberish
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| Still to intricate for them to map my genomes
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| When they extract the piece swabbing flesh attached to cheek bones
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| So you could say he met his match when he’s cloned
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| Two can play at that game. |
| Instead I’d rather be stoned
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| A lone gunman quiet as he goes hunting
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| For dead presidents grassy knoll Jackie O’s husband
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| Shells flying like Super Mario’s jumping
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| A wise man who once told police that he knows nothing
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| With the skeletons from my past be low tucked in
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| The same spot I keep tacky clothes and crappy old stuff in
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| I’m sho' loving hip hop at these shows bugging
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| Minus VH1's classy hoes and sadly Joe Budden
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| My happy won’t function
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| I’m a nasty mo’fuckin old drunken asshole
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| Feeling that he’s owed something
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| If I was ever famous like that Abbey Road junction
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| I’d go on Joan Lunden’s show drunk with flashy gold fronts in
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| Roll blunts and get a co-host to smoke some ganja
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| Saying «Fuck the world, that’s a message from our local sponsor»
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| I’m a monster that Jehovah conjured going bonkers
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| Born high getting more live than the cult in Contra
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| Golden chakra godly flow the dopest
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| After the throne bad to the bone like osteoporosis
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| At the last supper eating sloppy Joes with Moses
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| Then it’s adios fuck you and the maricons you roll with
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| Throwing blows with whoever’s swinging back at me
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| Mollywhopping you’re rocking the RZA’s rings from Tragedy
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| Think erratically no strings attached to me
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| Rappers say bars I’m thinking ladies drinking at them free
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| Will take your magazine ads to cut the excess
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| And paste letters to make ransom notes with funny death threats
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| Wearing bummy threads dressed like scruffy rednecks
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| With 20 friends who get their hair cut like Buddy Lembeck
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| Really I’m in the booth with a dusty headset
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| And funky breath after the same respect Doug E Fresh gets
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| So yes yes y’all to the beat I get mine
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| Diabolic signing off — fuck you till next time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buddy Lembeck , by - Diabolic. Song from the album The Disconnect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп